How little is knowing you
and have found
one more love in the whole world.
How little is knowing you
and have lived,
and talk about everything that happened.
As a child I always liked
ride in a boat made of dreams
that I had docked in my hair
in the part that remains the longing.
As a child I was confusing a plank
with the incredible sailboat that he loved
and that river for me was the ocean
and I released my candles early.
Looking for the sea
Looking for the sea
I never worried
arrive or not arrive
And the wind that blew
it was life
so I could love you,
so I could see you,
A) Yes...
How little is knowing you, how little is everything
feel warm as the sky.
How little is knowing you, knowing that it was
one more love in the whole world.
A new love, stone by stone.
Made of salt and made of sand
as are all loves.
Made of salt and made of sand
as are all loves.
Made of salt ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)